Or suck, its no big deal.’ I considered. To my regret, she went on. ‘It doesn’t do much for me. But I know guys like it.’ I paused in my tong...e and finger assault and looked at her. What the hell have I gotten myself into? I’m drunk, that’s no surprise, but this girl is bizarre. Quick, say something. ‘No pleasure at all?’ I asked. ‘None.’ Fuck it then. I unceremoniously gripped the waistband of her contrived white panties and pulled them down. She lifted up her ass to accommodate my desire,. I tried to "see" what was going on, but failed ... though I could tell neither she nor Rob was as dark as yesterday. I took a (fresh) apple and went into the study. As expected – hoped? – there was email from Rachel, Osaka is an hour ahead of Perth.That cheered me up. I'd had another – um – discussion about my "Journal." I was very stubborn: if it was my journal, then it was my journal. There might be spelling errors to be corrected (there weren't), but otherwise it was mine. And I was still. Then Elise whispered softly into my ear, "Tom, I have to tell you. I haven't taken birth control in three months and this is the most fertile time in my cycle."I felt a sudden rush as I realized I had the opportunity to impregnate this woman, but I wasn't sure she wanted it. I assumed she was telling me that because she wanted me to pull out. I didn't say anything to her about it and instead I just nodded. The longer we rock in each and the more the more her legs squeeze me, the more. Fir main apna hath niche le jane laga. Wo kaafi tight jeans pehni thi. Fir main uske mumme chune laga. Wo garam hone lagi. Ab main uska t shirt khol diya. Usne kale color ki bra pehni thi. Uske gol-gol mumme mere lund ko aur bhi khada kar rahe the. Main ab uski bra kholne laga lekin wo mujhse nahi khul raha tha. Main bola bra faand deta hun tab wo boli mummy ko shak ho jayega tab usine khud se apni bra khol di. Ab main ek hath seuske mumme ko jor se dabane laga aur dusre hath uski panty me.